Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder Chapter 45 : He Is Not My Alpha

**Rosalie’ POV

Lunch with Georgia and Vicky was lovely - being able to do the things I wanted to and not having to worry about following anyone’s orders was lovely.

However, the joy vanished as soon as I was by myself. My mind could not escape from the thoughts about Ethan.

How could he be so cold-hearted?

I didn’t know whether I would feel better or worse had he never shown his gentleness. He gave hope, but that made it worse. Never had anyone caused so many emotions that I didn’t believe could co-exist - fear and pleasure, pain and... love.

The gentle ways he touched showed he cared, but he also acted as if the affection we had was nothing more than a business transaction.

Since the first day I t him, I was attracted to him. He saved , he protected , and he owned . No matter what his decision was, I was foolishly and hopelessly in love with him... even if he wanted to take my life.

I pondered over everything that had happened in my twenty years of life up until that mont. They weren’t easy, but I had learnt to live with tribulation, and I had survived.

Now that my days were counting down, I suddenly didn’t want to be my usual self anymore. I wanted to be treated like everyone else.

I would only live once, and I wanted more.

I slipped out of the restaurant and went back on my own.

Walking down the hall toward my room, I heard my latest guard calling my na as he ran towards . “Miss Rosalie... please wait.”

“Samuel, you don’t have to follow around.”

He stopped behind .

“Miss Rosalie, you know I can not disobey my Alpha.”

I stopped at my door and turned to face him. A smile crossed my face.

“You’re right. But he is not my Alpha.”

“Say that again?!”

A deep, angry roar rang from inside of my suite.

I almost jumped when I saw Ethan march out of the room. His dangerous bearing made it obvious that he was in a terrible mood. Based on his suit, it seed that he had just finished his business eting.

It would be better if he had co by to check on instead of the baby.

My mouth was partially open, but no words escaped it. Everyone there was horrified by my rebellious comnt.

I didn’t explain myself, and lowered my head to greet him. The temperature in the room seed to have dropped all of sudden.

I was nervous about Ethan’s anger, but I wouldn’t take back what I said.

“Mary and Samuel, you guys can go.” Talon hurriedly dismissed my maid and my guard, then turned to Ethan.

“Alpha, I have so files waiting for you to review.” He was trying to distract him.

“Leave us,” Ethan ordered, without sparing his beta a glance.

Talon seed to freeze, as if searching for a way he could stay, but an order was an order. Finally, he sighed. “Yes Alpha. Your next eting is in fifteen minutes.”

“Now!!” Ethan raised his voice slightly, and I could feel the rage was building in his tone.

Talon left, hesitantly, shooting a worried look.

The main door clicked behind . I knew I had to face Ethan on my own.

It had been a few days since I had truly interacted with him. I took him in. His brows were furrowed, his lips were tightly pressed together, and his blue eyes were tinted with gold flecks, showing his wolf was on the brink of pushing through.

I tried to move past him, but he stepped closer to , causing to back up until the door was completely flush against my back.

With nowhere to go, I watched with wide eyes as he leaned toward .

His breath fanned against my cheek, his firm ripped body pressed against mine, and his tone was dangerous.

“Say that again...” The growl laced in his tone made tremble in fear.

“I...” I moved my lips, but my throat was dry.

All of sudden, my mind and heart cried out that it was unfair.

He had no right to treat like this!

I looked back at him firmly and made up my mind to assert my new outlook on life.

“I don’t need a babysitter all the ti,” I said. I saw him raise his eyebrow but pressed on. “I am capable of getting to places unaccompanied.”

“You are pregnant, and you need to be safe!” he gritted through his teeth.

I could tell he was trying to control his temper, but all of a sudden, I just didn’t care how he felt.

“I won’t put the baby at risk,” I argued.

“You will do as you’re told!” he growled at with irritation.

“I’m not just a poor girl who doesn’t know how to protect herself!!” I snapped back.

Ethan was shocked by my retort, and so was I.

“DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT?!” he roared.

My body was trembling with both anger and fear. However, I knew Ethan wouldn’t harm .

After all, I was carrying his heir - his precious heir.

“You...” he said.

He took a deep breath. His brows furrowed slightly.

“What’s going on with you?”

His grip loosened up, and I didn’t waste a mont.

I fled into the bedroom, and, for the first ti ever, locked the door from inside.

Everything happened so quickly that I didn’t notice my heart was pounding until I was alone.

“Rosalie, open the door!” Ethan demanded.

“No, I won’t!” I cried aloud, covering my face.

I was hurt, I was scared, I was desperate - but I couldn’t tell him that. It would an nothing to him, anyway.

I sobbed so hard that I couldn’t breathe.

“Rosalie!!!” he roared.

“Please...could you PLEASE just leave alone?!” I begged.

For a couple seconds, it was eerily quiet.

Then... BANG!!

The door burst open, and I let out a shriek.

Ethan’s shadow enveloped , and my whole body shook in terror.

“Don’t...don’t co any closer!”

He ignored my protest, and my heart dropped.

I didn’t want to know what he would do to next. I closed my eyes and waited for him to unleash his anger upon .

‘Whatever, just let it be.’ I told myself. ‘He always gets what he wants.’

However, his fury never ca.

I opened my eyes. I was t with an angry but perplexed expression on his face, as if he was trying to analyze my behavior.

He scooped up, and gently sat on the bed.

He knelt before , and his cold fingers wiped the tears from my face. With a soft rip, his fingers lifted my chin until my eyes t his.

Hesitation seed to fill him as he cleared his throat.

“I didn’t an to raise my voice.”

I froze, trying to comprehend what he had just said.

Was he... apologizing to ?

My eyes widened, and I looked at him in disbelief.

“Rosalie... why did you leave without your guard?”

I didn’t expect him to calm down so quickly. The fury in his eyes had faded away and had been replaced by concern and worry.

Then I saw my own reflection, and it reminded of the first ti I t him. I was lost in his gaze.

“I...I...” I sobbed. He waited patiently for to finish what I was about to say. “I...just wanted to have a little freedom.”

That was the truth.

Ethan let out a sigh as both of his hands cupped my cheeks.

He studied my face for a couple seconds, and the crease between his brows deepened. It was as if he didn’t know what to do with .

“Rosalie, it’s for your protection.” He reiterated patiently.

“I’m sorry...” I was so used to apologizing to him, and I had no idea what else I could say.

I was disappointed in myself. I wanted to live my life, but as soon as he was a little soft toward , all of my ambitions flew away.

“But if you need to move around, send a ssage to so that I’m not worried.”

I was stunned, and stuttered, “I, um, okay. Than–... Thank you.”

It was wrong to thank a man who planned to take my life, but I couldn’t lie to myself – whatever he was willing to give , I was grateful.

My tears welled up again, but this ti, not because of fear. I wiped them away.

In an attempt to explain my abnormal behavior and to make peace between us, I murmured, “Sorry... my hormones just are all over the place.”

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**Ethan’s POV

She quickly wiped the tears off her face and said, her voice quivering, “Sorry. My hormones just are all over the place.”

I caressed her cheeks.

Her silky skin was so tender. It was a little wet from her tears. Her long eyelashes cast shadows under her innocent doe eyes.

I couldn’t have picked a better breeder.

I had to admit that I totally lost it when I heard her daring announcent at the door.

I OWNED HER! It didn’t matter whether she was officially part of my pack or not.

I gave her a chance to correct her mistake, but not only did she defy again, she also locked out.

No one, NO ONE dared to turn their back at .

When I busted into the bedroom, the storm of outrage consuming , all I wanted to do was devour her alive – until I witnessed her terrified expression.

It was like an ice cold bucket of water was dumped on and, in an instant, extinguished the burning rage in my body.

She was scared of .

Yes, she should be. Just like most people should.

But the realization... bothered .

I was frustrated with myself. This was a task. She was my breeder and she was pregnant. So what else did I want from her?

My eyes moved down, and her pink lips were like the most tender flower petals. They looked delicious.

My wolf growled, and I couldn’t resist the urge. I covered her lips with mine.

Her sweet scent filled my senses, and her reciprocation of my kiss set a fire of desire within . I pushed her back onto the bed as I leaned over her, taking advantage of how delicious she tasted.

‘He is not my alpha.’

All of sudden, her earlier rebellious comnt echoed in my mind again.

Damn it, damn it, damn it!

My wolf was growling inside, and we were both beyond furious.

How dare she!

I pinned her down on the bed. My lips crashed harder on hers, and my tongue aggressively invaded the soft inside of her mouth.

She whimpered. I was overwheld by the mix of my anger and the burning desire that didn’t give her any chance to get away from .

Finally, our lips parted because both of us needed air.

“Now, I dare you say that again...” I murmured.

Her breath hitched, and her swollen, pink lips parted.

My heart tightened. For a mont, I almost wished I hadn’t pushed for her reply.

“You’re not my alpha.”

Her words were like a knife to my chest as I looked down upon her.

I wanted her to comply, but those words seed to stop — until she spoke again.

“You are my everything.”

I stared down at her.

Then I took her lips again, and tried to make sense of the feelings rushing through .

How did she do it? One mont I was fueled with fire that would destroy the world, and the next mont, I felt sothing totally different.

It was sothing foreign.

Sothing soft, warm and... content.

I forced myself to quit studying my own emotions. My instinct told it was dangerous, and I needed to stop.

So I released her wrists and slowly climbed off of her.

“You need to rest while I go to this eting.”

Then I left the room as soon as I could without looking at her again– it would be best if I didn’t know her reaction.

Whether she was disappointed that I left her hanging, or she was hurt that I didn’t respond to her, or even worse... she showed no particular interest in sticking around. Besides, whatever her reaction might be, I knew for sure I would lose my control again.

If I didn’t leave now, then I might never want to.

F*ck! I needed to create more distance between her and myself.

But how could I?